Here I am about 1966 with my Baby FliteStreak. Fuel bottle and dry cell in hand. My mother in front. My sister photobombing behind me, my grandmother, and cousin. I had a school yard where I flew about a block away. The little hobbyshop was about 2 miles away and I would bicycle there to buy supplies. All of my 50 cent a week allowance was hoarded over the winter and spent there! This was just before I built my Ringmaster. I built my own planes and was self taught to fly. My planes all suffered from infant mortality in those days!
